I'll guard your heart
Like my secret garden;
Where I'll grow my smiles
And weed out your fears.
And even if there be any tears
They shall only be those of joy.

The salt and moisture
Will add to the taste,
For my love, we love spice.
And ours will be a garden
Where we grow spices
Of all kinds.

And when my tongue burns
With the heat of the chilly seed
(For when you are cold and mean
That is what it does to me.)
You will come to me
And make me suck on tamarind
Making my mouth salivate so much,
That i forget what the sensation of chilly was.